”“Yes, Miss Vivian.”“Get below the table and put your lips on my boot, where they belong. You will kiss my foot for no less than ten seconds. ...ount out those seconds to yourself, slowly.”A shade of red entered Camilo’s cheeks, but it didn’t stop him from complying rapidly. He immediately stood, crouched down and pushed himself below the table as if he’d dropped something and was looking for it. Within seconds his lips were on her leather-encased foot. Vivian could feel the light suction and. The boy was quickly under Dr. Zaaijer's hypnosis.Dr. Zaaijer gave the boy some commands."Son," he said, "when you are at home alone, you will take all yourunderwear and socks and bring them to your parents' bedroom. You willreplace your mother's panties, bras and hosiery in her drawers with yourunderwear. You must fold your stuff neatly. Then take your mom's thingsand bring them into your room. You will also fold them neatly when youput them in your empty drawers. After you are done, you will. "Sweet." Was all he said, then taking hold of one of Sandra's hands. Led her to an empty picnic table, before lifting her up to sit on the edge. Sandra just stared down at his cock, as he opened her legs before kneeling down between them.Sandra moaned out loud as his long tongue started to slide between the folds of her wet pussy, her hands held onto his head as she suddenly gasped. His tongue had found her clit, and was teasing it. I suddenly realized that I was not the only one watching what. I could not even imagine having anything to do with men, apart from work. When I finished work, I did some shopping for food, went home and locked myself in until the next morning. This is how I lived until the school year started.I studied hard. I put everything I could into studying wanting to succeed, no matter what, and I did. All my exams brought the highest possible grades and when lecturers asked questions, I was always the first to answer.One thing was bad, though. With studying and.